love

Small enough to fit in the arms of the man that is called love,
light enough to tell him that he means everything,
he means the world and more,
not only is he the lover but he is now family.
He lifts weight off the dead beaten shoulders that felt the stress of the long work day.
What would life be like without him?
Go to work come home and the place is empty,
the feeling of emptyness consumes you,
the person that is love has gone away,
and the fantasy of having that one person for the rest of your life has gone away.
What must be given up to have that feeling again,
what must be done?
Needing it,
craving it,
wanting more and more day by day,
night by night,
needing and wanting something to touch and feel,
wanting someone to talk to
wanting someone to listen to.
The bed is vacant the pillows are cold
the night is warm,
eyes close tight with the thought of him in sight,
that is what just made your night.